If you won't talk about yourself, at least compliment the audience. Just keep turning it back around, all right. Gush.

I don't know what it is with Finnick and bread, but he seems obsessed with handling it.

At some point, you have to stop running and turn around and face whoever wants you dead.The hard thing is finding the courage to do it.

And some small gnarled place inside me hated her for her weakness, for her neglect, for the months she had put us through. I had taken a step back from my mother, put up a wall to protect myself from needing her, and nothing was ever the same between us again.

Everything is about them, not the dying boys and girls in the arena.

People deal with me, but they are genuinely fond of Prim. Maybe there will be enough fondness to keep her alive.

Because...because...she came here with me.